Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old dark-skinned man with blue eyes and jet-black hair, sat in his office chair on the top floor of a magnificent five-story building. He wore his hair in an afro style. He had an eagle tattoo on his right arm, a cross symbol on his left arm, and two women’s names drawn on his right chest. Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and the underground cartel in North Wind Town.

"Definitely a scam. There were ten of us dreaming of a bright future but ended up in a dark pit. It was a human trafficking scheme. As soon as we landed in London, we were brought to a strip club and became prostitutes. I was able to escape after two years and ended up roaming the streets of London. Boss T helped me when some group of hoodlums tried to take advantage of me. He saw how I took down some of them and asked me if I wanted to work for him. Because I owe him my life, I agreed. That's when I found out that it was the Third Family who did it to us." "Oh, that day you arrived at the mansion looking like a beggar, that was the day he found you?" Cody interrupted. "Yes," she shortly res

I turned and walked away, my heels striking the stone floor. “Remember this. Whoever I choose to lift can become an underboss. Whoever I choose to destroy can only end up as trash.”

Their hunger for more power, more wealth, more control. I was just the pretty little pawn in their game. We arrived at Blackbird Makati, one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city. Of course. Everything had to be extravagant, impressive—as if Ruther Wrevco wasn't already drowning in gold. Did they really think dressing me up and parading me in this grand setting would make me excited to marry him? The hostess guided us through the restaurant to the former control tower—an exclusive VIP area. The lighting was dim, the atmosphere intimate.

Isabella winced in pain and complained, "You are hurting me." Lorenzo looked at her coldly, his bloodshot eyes glaring as he retorted, "Shut up!" Isabella pursed her lips, but her eyes were teary; she was almost in tears. Lorenzo looked away, indifferent to her expression. Four armed, roughly dressed men with tattoos covering their bodies approached. One of them said to Lorenzo, "Boss, we can successfully leave through the underground tunnel." "Lead the way," Lorenzo replied decisively and then followed.

You should eat something, I made you sandwich, you have only been on drip for the last 48 hours, Joe reminded me again . Am okay, have stayed more days underground, I was once a solider, so I can survive. I boosted I need to get somewhere right now. Where would that be?, he asked The warehouse I need to check the stalker car for any Information I could get. He said temper hired him to kill me. I thought Rex said no one knows you as ex military man here, so who would want you dead or…… My boss , I interrupted him, I work has a bodyguard for his daughter and she is missing presently.

It was about the money––it always is––but some people are sour losers and take it personally while for others, it’s a matter of survival. If I’m gone, they get their chance at occupying this territory, at least until the next Capo takes my place. I didn’t ask to run this part of the country. I was told where to go, and I came here to run our business. The Underboss, my uncle, asked me that. He runs our criminal organization de facto.And yes, things have changed since I became a man. We’ve both moved up. I had no problem coming here. I don’t care where I go. Besides, I like this life. The clubs. The gambling. The women.

He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty if it means his pack, his family, will be protected. “W-we don’t know anything!” Mara bleats as she shivers. I roll my eyes at her comment and kneel in front of her. “Even if we were stupid enough to believe you, your lemming from the challenge has already told us about Boss. And that Justin is pretty high up in the food chain within The Underground. Isn’t that right, Justin?” I turn my head and glare at Justin. His busted lips are a light shade of blue from the freezing water. He doesn’t say anything.

"If everything goes right in the ambush tonight, you won't be handed over to anyone, so don't be dramatic." "Dramatic?" Alessia shouted, never intimidated by anything, as always. "You want to hand me over to some sick assassin, and I'm being dramatic?" "I don't want to hand you over to a perverted mercenary who wants a fifteen-year-old girl! I raised my daughters to marry into the Italian elite." There was a long pause, and I stayed there wondering what was happening. "If you want to blame someone, blame your sister, who was selfish enough to forget about us."

“I found a good hut earlier. Shall we go in there?” “What's nicer, the mansion or the hut from these slums?” “Boss, we don't even have a mansion.” Pak! “Aw!” “Don’t you know ecstasy in daydreaming? F*ck off!” Footsteps scurried away as the boss battered his lackeys on the way. Three girls listened to their conversation until they got away. The series of events baffled the two foreign girls. But she was not the only girl who grabbed them inside her house. She might still be oblivious of their intention in coming into the slums, but soon she would be able to find it out.